Childhood

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Of painful conditions to baneful friends
To a home filled to the brim of loneliness
Wishing for a home in the brome

A heart that never truly cared
A home that never beats the same
Of painful conditions to baneful friends

Wishing for a place near the swishing leaves
Hear the howling of the wind
Wishing for a home in the brome

Forget and never remembered
By those that never cared
Of painful conditions to baneful friends

Strays running from the brushless bush
Just hoping and waiting for them
Wishing for a home in the brome

Painful beating to pounding headaches
Hoping for someone to listen near
Wishing for a home in the brome
Of painful conditions to baneful friends

First try at writing a Villanelle poem. Enjoy.

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